The Doctor's Cold (Doctor Who fanfic)

Chapter Seven: Graves

“So are we going out there?” Lucy asked.

“Have you ever been to earth?” The Doctor looked at her..

“No, we’re kind of cut off from earth.”

“Well, it’s different than your planet.”

“How?”

“Well . . . they’re extremely . . . “

“Yeah?”

“Stressed.”

She laughed “There’s stressed people on Earth Two.”

“Not like this.”

“Whatever.”

“Okay, well I’ll be right back . . . I’ve just got to get . . . my screwdriver.” He walks into a hallway.

“His screwdriver was in his pocket.” Rory said.

“He’s going to blow his nose.” River smiled “He’s so embarrassed.” River’s head turned to Lucy “He’s right, though.”

“About what?”

“You won’t be used to earth, be careful.”

“Stress isn’t that big of a deal.”

“What have you studied about earth?”

“Just history.”

“Okay then. Listen to the Doctor.”

The man in the bow-tie returns with a red nose and his screwdriver in his hand “Found it!” He said.

                He opened the door. He was the first to walk out, then Amy and Rory, then River, who was trying to keep an eye on Lucy.

                Lucy walked out onto the busy sidewalk, looking at everyone that passed by. She looked at the way they walked and handled everything. They looked angry. They looked hopeless. They looked sad. “Oh my god!”

River put her hand on Lucy’s shoulder “I know, it’s okay,.”

“What happened here?”

“Earth isn’t as advanced as your planet is, they don’t know how to deal with things.”

Amy, Rory and the Doctor looked back, trying to figure out what was going on. Amy couldn’t understand what was wrong. Surely Lucy has seen this before. It wasn’t like Earth Two was perfect. They had to have people that couldn’t deal with their feelings.

Everyone was looking at Lucy as they passed by.  She finally settled down, “This place is really . . . weird.”

                River looked back at the Doctor, who, to her surprise, was already heading to the entrance of shop with a sign above it that read “Mary’s Collectibles”

                They followed the doctor. When they entered he was already at the front counter. “You must be Mary.” He said to the dull looking woman at the checkout.

                “Mary’s my mother.”

                “Tell her she has a great shop!”

                “She died ten years ago.”

                “Right. Well, I have a question for you.”

                “What is it?”

                “What year is this?”

                Rory looked at the Doctor. “Doctor, you said that it was –“ But the doctor held his hand in front of Rory’s face so he would stop talking.

                “2305”

                The Doctor looked back at his friends. “So why’d she bring us here?”

                “Excuse me?” Said the woman.

                “Oh, sorry. Thank you.”

                Then walked out the door.

                “Why’d you say it’s the twenty-second century?” Amy asked.

                “Because I thought that’s where the TARDIS was taking us!” he said as he walked away.

                “Wait, where are you going?”

                “Back to the TARDIS. Come along.”

                When they went back into the TARDIS, it immediately started moving. But just for a few seconds. The Doctor walked over and opened the door “It’s still earth.”

                “We’re in the same year just a different place?” River asked that question, but the Doctor could tell in her voice that she already knew the answer.

                “That’s right.” His head was still out of the door. When he walked out, everyone looked at each other. “HIT-SCHOO!”

                “Doctor?” Amy said “What’s out there?”

                “Um . . .” The Doctor coughed.

                River poked her head out the door “Oh my.”

                “River, what’s out there?” Amy asked.

                “You should come out and look.”

                When Amy, Rory and Lucy walked out, they were immediately greeted by the sight of graves. Amy looked up and saw the Doctor looking at two specific headstones. “Matthew and Valerie Smith.” He said.

                “No!” Lucy yelled.

                “It’s fine, it’s two hundred years since they were born.”

                 But the Doctor didn’t get it. He didn’t get how horrible it was for her to see her own parents’ graves.

                “But why are we here?” she tried her hardest not to cry.

                “I’m not sure, but the TARDIS wanted us to see this.”

                “This is sick.” She yelled. Lucy ran back to the TARDIS as quickly as she could, closing the door behind her with a SLAM.